"puff!"

A mouthful of blood splashed onto his chest.

"ah!"

People in the distance couldn't help but exclaimed.

The one who vomited blood was Old Man Tianji.

The old lama's mouth was bleeding, and his right hand was shaking. He said calmly: "You are defeated!"

Old Man Tianji actually lost?

With both palms falling, there was an instant burst of energy. The great lama of the Yellow Sect almost exhausted his Dantian energy. He used the strong to attack the weak, like a lion fighting a rabbit, so he tried his best.

"It's too early to tell!"

But at this moment, he suddenly heard a loud roar.

Suddenly I saw the shadow of a stick flashing before my eyes.

He seemed stunned, but also surprised, because he held the Tianji stick in his hand, but where did the shadow of the stick come from?

The stick of secrets is indeed in his hand, but what is in his hand is only half of the stick, and the other half is broken at the waist. The stick of secrets naturally contains secrets, and this stick can be disassembled. Not only can it be disassembled, but it can also be disassembled.

Can be stretched as desired.

At this moment, he had poured out most of his internal energy, but had not yet developed any new energy. In addition, he thought that he had a chance to win, so he relaxed his vigilance. He saw the shadow of the stick flashing and pointed directly at his Tanzhong point. His heart ached, and the remaining breath was also sucked.

They dispersed in an instant, and with a flick of the stick tip, he was lifted into the air.

I heard Gao drink again.

"A stick can lift a thousand mountains!"

The shadows of heavy sticks spread out and hit him all at once.

"ah!"

Screams started.

In an instant, the old lama's whole body exploded in the air with blood spraying all over the sky. Blood arrows shot out, like a ball of smashed flesh and blood. Then, a thin rod was pierced through the broken body with the force of the sky.

.

After a while.

Everyone looked at the thin stick standing on the golden dome, and then at the corpse of the old lama carried on the stick. There was a dead silence.

"Kill!"

The next moment, the martial arts heroes shouted loudly and rushed towards the leaderless demon cultists.

On Mount Emei, screams erupted instantly.

The great lama of the Yellow Sect was picked to death with a stick, and the so-called hozens dispersed when the tree fell. In an instant, these evil heretics, who were the accomplices of the tiger, were like headless flies, fleeing for their lives.

However, some people did not leave.

Guo Songyang, Jing Wuming and the others looked at the angry old man on the golden roof. They were relieved at first, and then they seemed to notice something. Their expressions suddenly changed, becoming hesitant and unbelievable, and finally turned into an indescribable expression.

of sadness.

The two of them walked closer with sad eyes.

Guo Songyang looked at the old man's calm expression, and in silence, carefully took off the thin stick that the old man was still holding tightly in his hand.

It turned out that the old man Tianji had a head-on confrontation with the old lama, and his heart was cut off and all his internal organs were damaged.

The end of the same fate.

Jing Wuming's lifeless eyes moved, and he said hoarsely:

"The best in the world, his reputation is well-deserved. Jing Wuming respectfully sends Mr. Sun off!"

It's like I heard this sentence.
Chapter completed!